by Jessica Joy
Looking at all the pieces the only logical conclusion for killing Darrin and kidnapping Lexi was to bait Tessa out. They knew Darrin would make the papers, him being some hot-shot local lawyer, especially if the car crash was hinky. That would have to draw Tess out to contact her sister, and then having her let them track their way back to Tess.
What a fucking mess. Killing a man to find your ex and steal her son is a deep level of depraved. Something I plan to rectify swiftly.
Now that I’m alone in my room and have washed the travel off, it’s all starting to settle on me. I can feel the weight of what I’m about to do hanging on my shoulders. A lesser man may stumble under that weight, but it only fuels the fires within me; presses me on. I need that drive to keep me focused on getting both of them back. They mean too much to Tessa to let this fail.
I dress quickly and head over to Axel’s room where we’ve set up base. Cotton and Remy have designated it Mission Command and are entirely too proud of themselves for it. As soon as we got into town Remy, Cotton, and Tully went out to both the plating shop and the Pikesmen garage and set up some discreet surveillance equipment. The feeds will be constantly monitored until we find our way in and can make a move. We’re all taking shifts monitoring the video, but when I get to the room, everyone is hanging there anyway.
I have to admit that’s one thing I love most about the Club, the brotherhood, the bond we all share and the fact that we all just honestly enjoy being around one another. A rare thing with a bunch of alpha types. It’s my turn for a shift and I spend it keeping an eye on the monitors and listening to Cotton and Tully arguing over which comic book universe is better and why. Did you know you could argue the merits of Marvel versus DC for six hours straight? Yeah. I didn’t either. Nor did I realize that rubber nipples are apparently a weakness to one’s argument.
By the time I stumble back to my room, just before 3AM, it’s been almost 48 hours since I had a decent sleep and I’m ready to crash. I stumble into my room after fumbling with the key card for entirely too long and pull up short.
“Tessa? What the fuck?!”
Tessa is sitting on the end of the bed in my sleazy motel room in a hot pink bra and panties, and not a stitch more. My overtired brain can’t even begin to process the scene before me, but my dick sure as hell can. My cock immediately starts to swell and strain behind my jeans.
How is she here? How did she find us? How the fuck did she get out of the goddamn compound?
She breaks through my sluggish thoughts when she says, “Hi honey, welcome home,” in a saccharine sweet voice, flashing an overly bright smile my way arching her back to better present herself.
“What the fuck Tess! How…? Why…? What the fuck?” I bark, still not able to put a complete thought together as I storm into the room, slamming the door behind me. My steps falter when Tessa stands, her hands on her hips with a heated look.
“What are you…?” I start to ask but Tessa cuts me off with a shush as she saunters toward me, her hips swaying hypnotically.
“I think that’s enough questions for now,” she purrs, pressing a metal disc and her finger against my lips for a moment before dragging it across my jaw and down my chest in teasing arcs. I snatch the coin and look at it.
Fuck, and officer’s chit, how in the hell did she get this?
Tessa is already on her knees, looking up at me with those sweet hazel eyes burning with desire, her hands resting gently on my belt. The sight of her supplicating to me, looking sweet and perfectly devious, I need to feel her on me.
She meets my hard stare for a moment before she gives me a wink. Her hands trail over my stomach and I feel the muscles of my abdomen jump under her touch. She makes quick work of my belt and drags her palm over the bulge in the front of my jeans. A breath sucks in through my teeth at the light contact.
Holding my gaze, daring me to look away as she pops the line of buttons on my jeans and works them just far enough down my hips to pull my cock free of its denim prison. Tessa dips her head and gives a long, slow lick along the underside from root to tip. My mind blanks and my vision white as I let out an almost pained groan, her lips closing around the head as her tongue flicks lightly at the tip.
Needing to touch her I thread my fingers into her hair, flexing against her and tugging at the soft strands lightly. She wants control? I can give her control, for now, but I will be damned if I don’t touch her. Tessa lets out a little moan as my fingers dig in and she takes me all the way into her mouth, the sound vibrating along my length.
“Oh, fuck Tess,” I growl, dropping my head back. The hot slide of her lips over my length has me hard as steel and gritting my teeth against the orgasm I can already feel building at the base of my cock. Every muscle in my body tenses when she wraps her soft hand around my shaft, working me with her mouth and hand in tandem. Torn between the need to watch as the goddess before me bobs up and down my cock and the desire to hold out as long as possible, I give into the need to watch. Tessa brings her hands to my hips and hollows her cheeks as she sucks me into her impossibly warm and perfect mouth. Full lips sliding up and down, leaving me wet with every motion. The head of my cock hits the back of her throat and instead of pulling back like I expect her to, she grabs my hips harder and swallows, taking me deeper. Tessa shakes her head slightly as she pulls me even further in until her nose brushes against my pubic bone.
“Goddamn Babydoll,” I grit between clenched teeth, my fingers fisting in her hair. For a moment a pull her closer, flexing my hips to force her to take just a little more of me, but before I lose the tenuous hold I have on my control, I pull her off me with a rough tug. Sliding one of my hands to her jaw and leaving the other knotted in her hair, I wrench her chin up to look at me. The prideful smile on her face and lust-soaked gaze only fuels me on, threatening to make me lose my fucking mind.
“Not done with you yet Tess. But no way in hell am I coming in that hot fucking mouth of yours tonight,” I drag her to her feet and crush my lips to hers as I walk us toward the bed. When her knees connect with the mattress, I give her a push and she falls back, splayed out on the green hotel comforter.
“Those. Off. Now.” I bark, motioning to the scraps of hot pink she’s still wearing as I kick out of my boots and jeans. Grabbing the seam in her panties with both hands I rip them apart, exposing her sweet pussy. I fall on her, roughly licking her to wetness and feeling her writhe in response.
“Sawyer, Now! I need you now!” she moans. Pulling her into place, I spread her legs and thrust deeply, sending waves of pleasure coursing through the both of us. It doesn’t take long before she screams through her orgasm, her body milking every inch of my length. She looks up at me once she regains her wits, “Sawyer, I…”
“No, you don’t get to talk yet. You are mine,” I growl, starting again.
Four orgasms later, I finally take my release and I don’t think either of us can see straight. Tessa all but crawled to the bathroom once we caught our breath. As much as I enjoyed every second of what just happened, no way am I letting the fact that she’s here slip by. She snuck out of the compound, she drove across the goddamn country and then snuck into my fucking room. Not to mention she didn’t fucking listen to me or trust me. Yeah no. This is absolutely not gonna fly.
Tessa comes out of the bathroom after a couple minutes and bounces onto the bed, curling into my side, and pressing a kiss to my chest. Obviously not so exhausted after all. She nuzzles her head into me as she settles in, clearly thinking her little ploy worked and she’s off the hook. I lay on my back with my hands folded behind my head and don’t let myself move. If she thinks she is off the hook just because we had fucking mind blowing sex, she has another thing coming. After a few more minutes of her trying to snuggle or get any kind of response from me, she finally gives a frustrated little huff and flops down across my chest. I let her pout for a minute longer before I decide it’s my turn to get some answers.
“Well, that was awesome,” I deadpan. “Now, w
hat the fuck are you doing here Tess?” I ask, still not moving to look at her. I feel her tense against me and can’t help the grin that tugs at my lips. I quickly school my features again, not wanting her to see how much I’m enjoying this.
“Would you rather I went home?” she asks, her pout exaggerating even more as she lifts her head and bats her eyelashes at me. I lift my head slightly to look at her, raising a brow at her skeptically. Fuck, she’s cute when she wants to be. I roll my eyes at her, my face still stoic, and reach between us for her nipple, giving it one swift flick before settling back with my arms behind my head again. She squeals in shock and grabs her tit protectively as she rolls a little away from me, shooting daggers at me with her eyes as she gives me an incredulous look.
“I mean it. How the hell are you here? And why the fuck didn’t you listen?” I all but growl, dragging a hand over my face in exasperation.
“Funny thing about the ‘Find Your Phone’ feature, it works both ways when you have a family plan,” she says offhandedly, idlily tracing the tattoos on my chest. “And besides, I got permission from mom.”
“You… you tracked my phone?” I ask in disbelief, rolling onto my side to look at her.
“Tinker isn’t the only one who can figure that shit out. We are so talking about how your wonderful gift was really just a way to lojack my ass,” she snipes, pushing against my chest. I let her knock me back over and can’t resist the laugh that comes with it as I settle back against the pillows.
“Wait, you ‘got permission from mom,’ what the fuck does that mean?” she rolls to the edge of the bed and picks up the Sons Chit I had dropped at the beginning of her distraction attempt.
“Mom said I could go to the party if I made sure you came home on time. Plus, she let me borrow the car,” she says, playing coy.
Finally, it dawns on me, Axel and Gage are here so they couldn’t have given her their officer token, so it must be King’s. And there is only one person who would qualify as ‘mom’ in this entire ragtag outfit…
“Roxy. Roxy let you leave.” I had underestimated this woman. She’s resourceful and fucking bad ass in her own way. Convincing Roxy to not only let her leave but to give her the Sons Chit to prove that it was done with her blessing, damn. Will she ever stop surprising me?
“K Nikita. That still doesn’t answer why the fuck you’re here.”
“I told you Sawyer. He’s my son. No way in hell was I going to sit there locked in that fucking compound waiting for you brutes to save the day and return home to little ol’ helpless me. Fuck. That. You know my story, you know what I have done to keep him safe, to keep us safe. How dare you think I would sit by and let you take over! I am not some wilting violet, Sawyer. Far fucking from it,” she responds, her tone tight and controlled at the start and growing to a cold fury at the end as she pushes away from me, sitting up with a fierce light in her eyes.
I love the fight in her, love how fierce she is when it comes to Evan and how hard she’s worked to get where she is now. I want to protect her, to make it so she doesn’t have to fight anymore. The last thing I want is to take that fight from her. I would never try to cage her, that fight and fire are part of what draws me to her. Regardless of all of that, I still need her safe. I have to protect her; protect Evan. I’ve already failed them in the worst way when I walked out her fucking door. No way will I ever let something happen to either of them again.
“Fine, but you listen to me now. If you have the balls to carry that token halfway across the continent, then you better be ready to follow the rules it carries with it. You’re on the battlefield now, and in battle, we listen to our leaders. Axel tells Gage what to do, Gage tells me what to do, and I tell YOU what to do. If you’re not okay with that, get that sweet ass back home; right now.”
“Sawyer, I’m here. I’m not going anywhere. Now go find me a pair of panties since you wrecked my last pair. My bag is in the car,” she says as she throws a set of keys at me.
Fuck this woman. Fuck her wonderful, frustrating, curvy ass...
I guess I’m getting her fucking bags…
Chapter 25
Tessa
Ride ‘im cowgirl! Yippee Ki-yay lass!”
The sound of a thick Irish accent trying its best to sound like a cowboy sends me diving off Sawyer toward the mattress without a thought. The momentum from my jump carries me further than I expected, and I end up falling between the bed and the wall, my feet tangled in the sheets leaving me awkwardly suspended off the side of the bed.
As if things can’t get worse this week, I now get to deal with the fact Gage has not only seen me naked, oh no, he got a full-on view of me riding Sawyer reverse cowgirl like my life depended on it. If he had been any further into the room, I’m pretty sure one of my tits would have smacked him in the face. That’s it, I’m dead. I can never show my face around any of these men again, especially the cackling leprechaun in the doorway. Good thing I was already planning on disappearing because now I have absolutely no other choice.
“Close the god damn door you insane fuck-wad,” Sawyer yells in mirth.
From my place on the floor the laughing of the idiot twins makes me blush all the harder.
I was so fucking close!
I struggle to untangle my leg from the sheets and pull myself up to peek over the edge of the mattress. Tweedle-Dee has an arm thrown over his face, still spread eagle on the bed and not even bothering to cover himself as his cock bobs in the wind while he laughs his ass off. Tweedle-Dumb is standing in the doorway, his shirt and jeans soaked with what I’m assuming was supposed to be coffee and a box of donuts spilled at his feet that he clearly dropped when he so rudely burst into our room. He is doubled over, clutching his stomach as he cackles and tries to shake the scalding coffee off his hands.
I can’t decide if I’m more mortified or pissed off by the whole thing. Mortification wins out and playing possum sounds like the best solution at the moment, so I slowly slide deeper into the crack between the bed and wall, pulling the covers along with me.
He’ll go away soon, he has to. Then I can get up, find the baggiest clothes in Sawyer has with him, and hide for the rest of eternity. Maybe I can just pretend it didn’t happen?
Nope, Gage totally did not just walk in on us. We totally were not in the middle of fucking for the fifth time since I showed up last night. Nope. None of it happened. If I deny it enough it becomes true right? I can just sit here and wait to wake up and all will be right with the world again.
“Fookin’ hell Sawyer! Cover that shit up lad!” Gage finally wheezes out between gasping laughs, holding a hand to block the offending member, which is still at full attention like it’s waiting for me to come finish what I started.
If only little buddy, if only.
I hear the door slam and assume Gage has finally collected himself enough to fully enter the room and all hopes of this just being a bad dream vanish. Sawyer, still laughing, leans over the edge of the bed and grabs me under the arms, pulling me up onto the bed wrapped up like an awkward sexy burrito. Gage starts yelling about the image of Sawyer’s ass being burned into his brain and Sawyer merely rolls his eyes at his friends’ antics as he settles back against the headboard and pulls me onto his lap. I settle between his legs, my body shielding his nakedness from Gage’s view, and curl my knees up and hide my face behind them, letting the mortification of the situation take over.
Sawyer wraps his arms around me and pulls me into his chest on a chuckle. “Did you need something asshole? I was enjoying my breakfast,” he asks over my shoulder, pressing a kiss to the top of my head.
“Aw, man, don’t throw that shit at me so early. It’s bad enough that yer rod’s hanging out, but I don’t want to imagine that.”
I blush at the thought, the adrenaline of the surprise killing all thoughts of finishing what he started this morning.
“I was comin’ to bring ye breakfast and let ye know we got activity at both shops. We’re congregating to watch what plays o
ut,” Gage replies, not seeming the least bit fazed by my presence. He gives me a little wink and I think I turn into a tomato from the shame.
“Alright. Be there in five,” Sawyer responds, waving him away. I finally uncurl myself and look up at Gage. He meets my gaze and laughs.
“Kiki or Roxy?” he asks with a smirk.
The fuck? How… what the hell have I gotten myself into?
“Roxy…” I say, slightly confused as Sawyer works his way out from under me to the side of bed, pulling a sheet along with him.
“Damn, I owe Axel a c-note,” he says, turning to walk out the door. “Oh, Tess, I got yr a few cream filled donuts, seemed like the kind ye would like,” he cackles with a wink. Sawyer promptly throws one of his boots at his head.
“Get the fuck outta here you sick bastard!” he yells, trying to hide his mirth. Gage’s rolling laughter carries through the thin walls as he walks away.
Sawyer turns to me as he pulls on his boxers, giving me an appraising look before asking, “Do I even want to know?”
I climb off the bed and give him a quick kiss. “Nope.” I say, popping the P, before going to dig through his bag for something warm and comfy to wear.
“So,” I say, leveling him with a serious look. “Gonna tell me what’s going on?”
“Hey, your bag is over there!” he says, attempting to wrestle it away from my grasp. As he tries to tug it from me the zipper pulls, dumping the contents onto the bed, a bright spot of color catching my eye in the sea of black.